I remember when we were this age. So full of life, we were in college then. That girl in the picture there was my best friend. Ya, a smoker. I never touched the stuff. She was a real party girl and I was the good girl. man she made me do some crazy things! One time we sneaked out of our dorms and partied all night. Smoking used to be all she did, then she changed. She started drinking, doing drugs, and skipping classes. I tried to tell her it was hurting her, but she shut me out. I couldn’t stop being friends with her. She needed me everytime she got drunk and every time she had to many pills. I can’t believe she made it threw all those times, even though she dropped out of college. We grew old and she stopped. It was a big turning point in her life. We started hanging out again and everything seemed fine. Till one day I got a phone call, she had a heart attack and died. Sometimes I wonder if she actually changed when I told her to or I if pushed her more, things would be better. I’ll never forget my friend.